Everyone is very happy that it's fall. They are busting out their colorful scarves and attractive jackets and seem invigorated and alert. I am happy for these people. I mean, it really is great to be surrounded by happy people, and it's true this summer was particularly brutal--apocalyptic, even; just unacceptable all around, and everyone was beaten down and mostly silent for all of August--and it's not like winter here is difficult. Actually, it can be really beautiful.
Still, despite the knowledge that I am being absolutely ridiculous, I am feeling a little crankier with each progressively stronger cold front. I am mourning the loss of light in the evenings and the lack of swimming. Also my skin is getting dry, I have always felt itchy and constricted in sweaters and scarves, and I hate mums, which are everywhere all of a sudden.
I have resolved to make the best of things by buying some sweaters that feel good against my skin and making pot roast. Besides, the holiday beers are starting to appear on the shelves. That is definitely something.